Where's your heart?

By the time Frank and I drag ourselves off the bed the sun is starting to set, casting long shadows through the windows and as I go into the bathroom Frank wanders down the hallway into the kitchen, leaving me in peace to shower and just as I'm washing the last of the soap from my body he comes into the bathroom still naked, pausing to rake his eyes up and down my body before he asks "Do you mind if I join you?" "Actually, I'm done so you can have it" I tell him, stepping out from under the spray of water and I wait until Frank steps in before I go to step out, my movement paused as Franks hand wraps around my wrist. "Babe" he says softly and I turn my head to look at him, unsure of what to say and Franks face falls as he says "I love you, I'm sorry." I nod, continuing my way out of the shower and Franks hand releases my wrist, reaching out for the soap instead as he watches me dry off, his eyes feeling like they're burning holes in me and once I'm dry I leave the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind me and I breathe out a sigh of relief, feeling suddenly calmer being separated from Frank.

When Frank comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later I am sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on a pair of socks and as he walks into the room I glance up at him and he pauses in his movement as he meets my gaze, standing there completely naked with one hand holding a towel to his hair. We remain silent for a few long seconds before he clears his throat and says "So you're mad at me?" My mouth drops open as my eyebrows draw together, disbelief flooding through me as I say "Well what the fuck did you think I'd feel?" Franks eyes widen slightly as he says "Well I thought....I mean with what happened earlier I thought you might have been...." "What? You thought we would fuck and all is forgiven and I would forget about everything?" I snap, my hands shaking with anger and before Frank can say anything in response I push myself up off the bed, brushing past him as I leave the room and when I make it to the kitchen I go in and grab my keys, wallet and phone, shoving them in my pocket as I make my way out to the front door and I step into my shoes as I let myself out, slamming the front door behind me as I go.

I allow my anger to fuel me as I walk all the way to Mikey's, ignoring the buzzing of my phone in my pocket and when I get there Mikey invites me in, a sympathetic look on his face as he ushers me into the living room and onto the couch. "What happened?" He asks and I break, blurting out everything that happened since I woke up this morning and Mikey patiently listens until I've gotten it all out, not interrupting at all and when he's sure I'm done he says "Gee Frank can't be that fucking stupid. He has to know that he's done some serious damage both to you and your relationship and he deserves for you to be mad at him, hell he deserves more than anger and if he can't man up and accept that then he's not worth it, he doesn't deserve you." I nod, unsure of what to say to that, knowing Mikey will continue to put Frank down and when he realises I'm not going to say anything back Mikey gets up and leaves the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts for a few minutes before he comes back with two cups of coffee, handing me one before grabbing the remote for the tv and handing that to me too as he sits back beside me and I channel surf until I find something for us to watch, needing exactly what Mikey's giving me right now, silent support.

It's starting to get really late when Mikey offers to drive me home, having spent the whole rest of the afternoon and night with him and Pete and I accept, knowing I should go home and sort this out and as Mikey drives us towards my house I pull my phone out and see I have 58 missed calls from Frank and 12 text messages. "Geez" I mutter to myself and when Mikey asks what's wrong I show him the notifications, Mikey chuckling softly to himself as he turns his attention back on the road. "Bout time he got a taste of his own medicine right?" Mikey comments and I just shake my head, slipping my phone back into my pocket as Mikey turns onto my street, slowing to a stop outside my house. "Thanks for this afternoon" I tell Mikey and he shakes his head as he reaches out and ruffles my hair. "Anytime Gee, you know that" he tells me and I playfully shove him away, making him chuckle again as I unbuckle my belt and get out of the car. "Later loser" I call out as I close the door and as I step away from the car Mikey winds his window down and calls out "Fuck you," laughing again to let me know he's joking around and as he turns the car around and drives off I wave before continuing my way across the yard and up onto the porch, fumbling in my pocket for my key but before I manage to get it out the door opens and Frank is standing in the doorway, his hair messed up and his eyes red and swollen.

"I didn't think you were coming back" Frank tells me as he follows me back inside, locking the door behind us and I turn back to look at him as I say "Well it's my house isn't it? I live here" and his mouth snaps shut, his gaze dropping to the floor and I continue down the hallway and into the bedroom, briefly taking in the messed up blankets on the bed as I cross to the closet and grab some sweat pants and a t shirt and as I turn to leave the room again Frank wanders in and sits on his side of the bed. "Gee" he tries softly but I keep walking, going across to the bathroom and closing the door behind myself and as I change I feel my anger start to fade a little, feeling slightly more upset and heartbroken than angry now and when I'm changed I go down the hall to the living room, laying on the couch and grabbing the blanket hanging over the back, pulling it over myself before I grab the remote and turn the tv on, keeping the volume low as I find something to half watch, my mind racing too much to really focus on anything. I have no idea how long I lay there for, sleep eluding me again before I hear soft footsteps and when I look over Frank is standing in the doorway, his eyes even more swollen looking than before and as he makes his way over to me I can make out dried tear tracks on his cheeks. "Babe" he starts softly as he sinks to his knees infront of the couch, pausing to swallow hard before continuing. "Come to bed?" He asks, his voice uneven and pathetic sounding and I feel something in my heart throb painfully at seeing him so sad and when he reaches out for my hand I slide it into his, letting him pull me up off the couch and as we leave the room I drop his hand and step closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist as I allow Frank to lead us down the hallway and when we reach the bed he climbs in and tugs me behind him, rolling over to settle his head on my chest, his body half laying ontop of mine and I wrap my arms around him, feeling him tremble against me. "I love you, I love you, I love you" Frank repeatedly whispers as his body continues to tremble against mine and it's only when I feel the wet patch soak through my shirt completely that I realise Frank is crying, my arms pulling him even closer in the dark and the last thing I register before I let sleep take me under is Frank whispering "I'm so sorry," his trembling finally coming to a stop as his body goes limp against mine.

Notes

So I know I may have gone about the events of the last two chapters out of order but I like to keep you guessing : )